Ioan turned just in time to see the sparks scatter across the floor. A million things ran through his head in the space of the next moment, the last of which was a vision of himself driving his fist into Taff's mouth. It would be justified, part of him argued. The sane, rational part pleaded with him to just leave it be, at least until Constantine next approached Anthony. But then, Anthony had Justin to protect him now, didn't he?
Backing away towards the door, he made a derisive sound under his breath and reached for the handle.
"Whatever," he said quietly. "There's no talking to any of you."